What Up!

[Intro] GRAY [Verse 1: Jay Park] Yeah, now ask around How many mouths I keep fed Talk is so mothafuckin’ cheap How many promises I kept How many tears my mom wept Priceless to see her smile Now she full of happiness The hours is countless I grind like I’m closer to death I never rest clueless You never know know when’s your last breath So before that day comes We gon’ get it, we gon’ get it We gon’ live it, we gon’ breathe it We gon’ eat it, we gon’ shit it We gon’ kiss it, like we miss it We done did it like we destined Finna preach it like a reverend Finna preach it like a reverend, oh lord, yeah Speakin’ it into existence Words that benefit us all they never seem to listen Who the realest I’m repping AOMG, H1GHR MUSIC Seattle 2 Seoul, Roc Nation, Art of Movement So it’s very seldom, if you see me acting stupid Never take for granted, all the people I influence Don’t wanna be a nuisance, I wanna be the truest Don’t wanna sit assuming, we ball like Patrick Ewing Yeah, it’s good vibes only The savior has come so of course they try to stone me [Chorus: Jay Park] What’s up (What's up, what's up) What’s up (What's up, what's up) All my people what’s up (What's up, what's up) What’s up (What's up, what's up) [Verse 2: Don Flamingo] Watch how the vocals turn me into a mogul Penmanship to a business To beamers, Benz’s and Bentley A percentage for quotables They selling their souls tell ‘em my shit ain’t affordable There’s nothing more important than morals, I was told Today I walked on water without getting soaked Last flow probably out there at Hov’s Tapping into them higher powers Knowledge is diabolical Knighting through the wire like I Devour a Mario fire flower Sorta beyond iconic I need a title Like Michael Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Oher Better you than me on the other side of that rifle Not the best advice but it worked for me as far as life go Catch 22 new nigga fresh off the old era The flow was better the gold was potent The chain you was rocked that posed as gold close to metal But fuck it get them tokens Fans don’t know no better Go on nigga (Go on nigga) [Verse 3: Jay Park] Yeah, they wanna see if I got it so I be plotting Making every move like Hov be checkin’ on me like he watching These opportunities you, see me find ’em like I lost it Then you’ll probably see me turn them bitches into profit, uh Not just for me but for all of us I stay anonymous and go to war like I’m Spartacus We get it lit like a party bus I swear I’ve seen a few real ones, turns out its only us, damn I’m from the place where the Sonics used to be Ask for a feature one day and next day its RIP Where people thinking that shit don’t really be popping off But the homies carry that thing to keep from meeting God We not the same riding together, it feels right Root for the underdog, 'cause I know what that feels like I’m just here to uplift, never trip over dumb shit AOMG H1GHR MUSIC turned nothing to something You taking someone’s life, 'cause they took your cash Just think you can make money but a life you can’t make that back Want that 15 minutes and more followers on Instagram So you sell your soul not realizing that it’s all a fad Damn Look, I’m probably guilty of it too Shit, I’m human stupid mistake making’s what we do Long as I’m true to myself, I can never lose Retire, change my name to Tom and catch me on a cruise Accomplishing impossible missions got optical vision So sick but don’t require doctoral visits Every bar of the top is exquisite, God is my witness I get the chicken trust me, I do not ever wing it Always give it one hunnit, take shots I ain’t ducking All this jiving and shucking Think you’re Superbad? You’re McLovin Fogle mothafucka’s backin’ up when you get caught frontin’ No need to tape myself busting a nut you’ll see me coming All this smoke will Pusha T back you ain’t safe Hooked up that heart monitor get no response like Drake Drippin’ too heavy, yeah, call it a splash like waves So many coward mother fuckers this the home of the brave, how? You takin’ children away from families Shit’s a fuckin’ catastrophe We all kings call me majesty This ain’t what I gotta be this is what I have to be [Chorus: Jay Park] So what’s up (What's up, what's up) All my people what’s up (What's up, what's up) Everybody what’s up (Everybody what's up, what's up) What’s up